"Die."
Bixiao's voice was soft.
So soft that a swirl of the yellow mist outside Jiepai Pass seemed enough to scatter it.
Yet when those words fell upon the ears of the Chan Sect Immortals, all their faces darkened at once.
Taiyi Zhenren pressed down on his empty sleeve and sneered.
"Bixiao, do you think acquiring a little unorthodox inheritance is enough to make the Twelve Golden Immortals of Jade Void bow their heads?"
A trace of apprehension flashed through Chijingzi's eyes.
The shadow left by that ruined temple in Guanjiangkou still weighed upon the depths of his Primordial Spirit.
But he quickly suppressed that apprehension.
This was Jiepai Pass.
All Twelve Golden Immortals of Jade Void were here.
Behind them stood Kunlun's Jade Void Palace.
"This is not Guanjiangkou," Chijingzi said coldly. "Nor is that grain of incense ash here to hold the field for you."
Guangchengzi stood at the very front.
Mockery showed on his face, but he had already driven the Heaven-Flipping Seal in his palm to its limit.
Golden light spread ten thousand zhang behind him.
Layer upon layer of runes cascaded from the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe, protecting him from head to toe.
He stared at Bixiao, his voice icy.
"Today, I shall suppress your Dao body with the Heaven-Flipping Seal and show the Interception Sect that Jade Void's dignity cannot be trampled upon again and again."
As his words fell,
the Heaven-Flipping Seal rose with a thunderous roar.
The golden seal, like a divine mountain, crushed the clouds as it slammed down toward Bixiao's head.
In the Xiqi army camp, the surviving soldiers looked up.
Fanaticism flared anew in some of their eyes.
"Exalted Immortal Guangchengzi has made his move!"
"Once the Heaven-Flipping Seal falls, that fiendish immortal of the Interception Sect